Emilia Machelen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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What surprised me? How she’d hum this tune—some old sailor’s ditty—while countin’ her coins. Made me happy, that did, coz even in the muck, she had somethin’ hers. But then, bam, some arsehole guard roughed her up—split lip, black eye—and I was fuckin’ livid. Wanted to gut him, I did, but I’m no knight, just a witty lil’ shit with a gob. “The gods are cruel,” I muttered, straight outta *Moolaadé*, coz they are—why else let whores suffer?

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Mr Smet told Ryan Health of the news website Politico that “I often compare Brussels with a whore.

I gotta mention the local parc—Parc de Machelen. Small, kinda hidden, but super vibe-rich. I often go there after a massage sesh, letting my mind wander while the park whispers like, “life’s a puzzle, my friend.” Those twisted, erratic tree roots remind me of the life's unpredictable twists. And hey, not every nook is mainstream; check out the tiny side street, Rue de la Paix. Yeah, it’s literally so calm, like whispering secrets to your soul, even if a few typos appear in my head.

Eurostar with 360 passengers stuck for six hours in Machelen, Belgium